Letras:
Se O Meu Povo

(Chorus) If My people which are called by my name Shall humble themselves and pray And seek My face and turn from their Wicked ways, hey Then will I

Traducción: José Luis Perales. O meu povo está morrendo.

Now is the season for healing Deeply we need to see God's mercy revealing Where we have fallen from His way For we know He gives hope to the humble Gives

Now that your eyes have finally opened are you wondering how they must feel? those who you?ve called colorful, noble and proud in your school propaganda

Well we grew up down by the railroad tracks shootin? b.b.?s at old beer cans chokin? on the smoke from a lucky strike someone lifted off of his old man